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Peak #10,231
Peak in subgenre #1,026
Author
DemoCrazee
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Copyright © by DemoCrazee
Uploaded
March 03, 2007
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:54
Lyrics
I'm hangin in the streets while bangin on the beats
Defyin these feets stayin para for the heat
Got my old english bottle, smell a buds in the air
Stair if ya dare n care to share that there
Ya holdin with a tight grip, movin to the night shift
A might lift this night stick just to get a gift
A gold rolex n 8 rings on 8 fingers
Robbed from my own binge fuckin drinkers
To get myself a new flow n make you go
Get my CD from some a these that know
That when not if i blow i'm still stayin slow
Till someone passes that grime n then i show
I'm one a best in britian, threatin that im quitin
Coz these 2 skinny wrists have just been slitten
I'm not suicidle just idle, talkin bout mi sen
Thinkin again but no tears whiles theres men
A song called Heroes dont cry
What do they do then, heroes must deny
Until i become shy i'ma lie that these things arnt real
If i leave the game nah tell me what you would feel
The same when i leave the game
We all named n breathe the same
Got my aims, dreams arnt real son
Fairytales are make beleive until ya feel one
Too right im mad as fuck
Too many rhymes in my book
Too many thoughts, not to say it all
N when i leave the game, the thoughts ill fall
Times are hard n there just gettin harder every minute
If ya dont feel what i spit then ya shit n just bin it
Coz i dont know what i'm doin right now, do you
Have a clue what i should persue as in you knew
When i got fame n i'm a household name
Everyone feels the same about the second game
Bringin britian back through shittin facts
Out my arse crack
While i'm snortin cocain
We all die the same n thats why i go vein
With my cans n fags thinkin fuck life to the max
Apart from when that line goes flat n i wanna go back
Everybody knows that one line from a song
That made em realise they were wrong all along
I'm not talkin bout some cheech n chong i mean the path
Until i go daft and these things arnt real
I'll leave the game then you can tell me what you do really feel
The same when i leave the game
We all named n breathe the same
Got my aims, dreams arnt real son
Fairytales are make beleive until ya feel one
Too right im mad as fuck
Too many rhymes in my book
Too many thoughts, not to say it all
N when i leave the game, the thoughts ill fall
